How Can The Devil Save Souls?
I got a round one eyed monster like Mike Wasowski
And when I look at you it gets big like Lebowski
But like the star of the Laugh Factory that thing is green with envy
But that aside every bit of me is tiny compared to the fear which you've instilled in me
Nobody has ever made me want to die this much or filled me with this much insecurity
And fuck you, you cunt, for never taking this shit seriously
I'm nothing but a walking slowly rotting bag of vulnerability
Every time I open my eyes or breath in all I am is lonely
Isolated from the human world like a little mermaid under the sea
Or a Dream Demon cast out named Freddy
So from Springwood to Woodsboro
I going to make everybody scream
In terror from the anger with which my body is fillin
I'm taking out a knife to grab a stranger by the windpipe
And with one pissed off swipe I'm spillin
His blood on the tracks like my name was Bob Dylan
And it's not a simple twist of fate that I'm leavin
For a show like Sgt. Pepper hoping to see you there
And the truth is I really cared
In those early days when we shared
But now I'm just scared
Sometimes I wish that parts of my body
Would just fall off so I never had to think about them again
Maybe if I was in pieces I could be my own friend
Maybe I face a future me like Jason in space
But until the day that I'm strong enough to just try
I'm gonna curl up in a ball bite my arm slap my ugly fucking forehead
And cry
And when I look at you it gets big like Lebowski
But like the star of the Laugh Factory that thing is green with envy
But that aside every bit of me is tiny compared to the fear which you've instilled in me
Nobody has ever made me want to die this much or filled me with this much insecurity
And fuck you, you cunt, for never taking this shit seriously
I'm nothing but a walking slowly rotting bag of vulnerability
Every time I open my eyes or breath in all I am is lonely
Isolated from the human world like a little mermaid under the sea
Or a Dream Demon cast out named Freddy
So from Springwood to Woodsboro
I going to make everybody scream
In terror from the anger with which my body is fillin
I'm taking out a knife to grab a stranger by the windpipe
And with one pissed off swipe I'm spillin
His blood on the tracks like my name was Bob Dylan
And it's not a simple twist of fate that I'm leavin
For a show like Sgt. Pepper hoping to see you there
And the truth is I really cared
In those early days when we shared
But now I'm just scared
Sometimes I wish that parts of my body
Would just fall off so I never had to think about them again
Maybe if I was in pieces I could be my own friend
Maybe I face a future me like Jason in space
But until the day that I'm strong enough to just try
I'm gonna curl up in a ball bite my arm slap my ugly fucking forehead
And cry